Glittering SunsetA Poem by Constance-OutspokenFor the Poetry and Lyrical Challenge group, title given, had to be about "sunset".Harried, winsome, he sat down at last, an
old man with red suspenders and wild hair stark white, a maze of lines upon his face on the old ironwork bench by the pond gazing, breathless, upon the horizon's reflection... the glittering sunset beckoning Peaceful, though lonesome, he pondered growing older, the grand becoming of man freshly remade day by day until the end... Feeling weary bones relax one last time gazing a final breath upon that horizon; a reflection, he took to his glittering sunset © 2010 Constance-OutspokenReviews
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9 Reviews Added on April 1, 2010 Last Updated on April 1, 2010 AuthorConstance-OutspokenWho wants to know where I am, when who I am is all that matters?, KSAboutMeh. I write crap. I write crap because I've always been alone. more..Writing
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